Pentatonix and the Recovery

Jessica's POV {Part 2}

I woke up and stretched. A small smile spread across my face as I felt my little sister beside me. My phone vibrated with a text message, and I picked it up to read it. It was from Samantha.

Hey, come to our parents' house. Dad has an announcement.

I texted back that I would be on my way. A groan left my mouth when I felt my sister shift. Her arm was attached to mine and that made me smile. She was more attached to me ever since she almost died. I didn't mind it, apart from right now. Leaning down, to remove my arm from her sleeping grasp. She whined in her sleep, as she felt my arm being softly slid from hers.

Me: It's okay, sis.

She rolled over and I leaned down and gently kissed her head. My sister smiled softly as she felt my touch. I made sure she was warm and comfortable before getting dressed. Once I got ready, I checked on my sister. I smiled as I walked over to the bed. Then I remembered what happened before. I didn't want her getting scared that Zac or Victoria had me, since I was staying with her since the fire. I knew she had a notebook in her nightstand, so I quickly wrote her a note, placing it where she would see it. Once I knew that my sister would see the note, I turned my attention back to the sleeping bundle. I wish I knew when she was having a nightmare because if she was, I would tell Samantha that I couldn't come yet. My sister's hand twitched and that's one of her little signs that she was having a nightmare. Should I get Kirstin?

I gently put my hand on her shoulder and shook her. She wasn't waking up. Oh Kailyn. Please wake up. As I reached for my phone, she rolled over again and was lying still. I breathed a deep sigh of relief because she was sleeping peacefully now. I stood up before quickly and quietly walking to my car. After I opened the door, I texted Samantha telling her that I was on my way. She responded saying that she was getting into her car. When I pulled into the driveway, I got this feeling that I shouldn't have left. Instinctively, I pulled out my phone and texted my sister.

Sis, are you up?

That was all I said, because I didn't want her to think that I was terrified to leave her. I got out even though I felt shaky. There was no way that I was scared, Kirstin's there and the only people she has to fear are Zac and Victoria, but they actually don't know where her house is. I smiled to myself hoping that I could convince myself that Kailyn would be okay. I looked back down at my phone, and I sighed. No response. Dread was rising inside me as I started pacing. I was going to wait until my sister arrived to go inside. That was when I wanted to walk to Kailyn's house and check on her, but then I decided not to. When Samantha arrived, my mind went on autopilot until she got a text message from my sister's neighbor. Oh no. Please don't tell me what I think is going to happen.

Samantha: We need to get home now.

Hurry! I leaped to my feet, and without acknowledging my mother or father, I dashed to Samantha's car at a lightning pace. I flung myself into her car as she came bolting out of the house. She hurriedly got into the driver's seat and started her car. I could sense that my sister was just as scared as I was, just not as much. There was deep concern and dread that was rising inside me along with this feeling that I didn't want to experience ever again. After watching her be beaten day after day was torture for me too because I had to watch it. I shouldn't have been so selfish. But then again, they would have killed her after they killed me. I couldn't let that happen. The least I could do for her was treat her wounds, which some won't heal at all. That made tears form in my eyes watching my little sister being beaten, mercilessly for about an hour. By the time they were done, her back and arms were bleeding because she was beaten so badly. Then they burned her with scalding hot oil. I had to excuse myself from the room after the oil came into contact with my sister's bare skin. Her screams of pain made me sick and I ran outside, shaking. I was trembling and Victoria never knew why. She thought I had some sort of weird health problem. Well, I do and that's you. I wanted to scream in her face several times, like the time after she stabbed my sister in front of me. I shuddered and I felt Samantha's hand on my knee. She rubbed it gently and I gave her a small smile. We pulled into our sister's driveway and that's when the fear and dread rushed through my body. There was nothing more that I wanted than for my sister to be alive. Samantha got out and motioned for me to wait for her command. I don't want to, Sam! I whined silently as I watched her cautiously approach the front door as if she was worried there was an intruder. There was a chill to the air that wasn't because it was September. I silently and carefully opened my car door just as a cry of pain and–death–NO! That was my sister's voice. I leaped to my feet and somehow surprised myself that I was on the porch in the twinkle of an eye. It's surprising what you do when there's fear and worry inside you. I kicked the door open, breathing heavily. Samantha rushed inside first, but I pushed past her then stared, silent, horrified at what lay before me. My little sister laid unmoving, and appeared to not be breathing.